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It was early before the woman had taken her morning Starbucks. The line at the Pop Mart in Key West was already long and winding. The people in it had gone days without using a working toilet. Forgoing personal hygiene for the opportunity to purchase this ugly doll would be worth it.

They lived in darkness. A new Labubu would be their light.

Many had already paid their way into many Labubus. Some attached them to their purses like Rihanna. Others wore them loyally on hats. Still others hung them from belt buckle loops like keys to their fading youth.

The woman knew she must obtain this monster doll with bunny ears. She would not be one of the Labubu have-nots. She could not be defeated by the people looking to buy in bulk and resell them on eBay. So she set a series of timers in her bedroom to awaken her at the moment of the next scheduled drop. In case that failed, she constructed an elaborate pulley system. The moment the Pop Mart app sent a notification of a restocked store, it would drop a bucket of whiskey on her face. Usually, this was at midnight on Fridays. As good a time as any to drink.

The people of Gaza face starvation under the joint U.S.-Israeli food distribution system run by the Gaza Humanitarian Foundation.

The post Our Reporter Got Into Gaza. He Witnessed a Famine of Israel’s Making. appeared first on The Intercept.

Matthew Cuthbert was a silent man. He drove a buggy. Mrs. Rachel Lynde, a loud, fat woman, watched him drive by.

Matthew saw an ugly girl with freckles and red hair. The hair was in braids. He said nothing to her. He stuttered as he spoke to the orphanage head. The orphanage head was a woman, and Matthew only spoke to his sister, Marilla, and Mrs. Rachel Lynde, because she was annoying but she was not annoying to him. The girl sat in the buggy with him and talked and talked. She did not tell him her name. He did not ask her name. Matthew did not mind when she talked and she did not annoy him, much like Mrs. Rachel Lynde did not annoy him when she talked, because he was a homosexual.

“You don’t want me,” Anne stated. “I am not a boy.”

“Go to hell,” Marilla Cuthbert said.

Anne made a wreath of berries, lilacs, and lead bullets. She wore it to church. There was laughter, and the laughter was at Anne’s expense.

“Carrots,” the handsome boy called Gilbert Blythe said. “Your hair is red, and therefore it is like carrots.”

A century-old web of intermarried families has bankrolled Israel’s most powerful support network in Scotland. This is the untold story of the Caledonian Cousinhood’s expansion.

The post Scottish Zionism’s Inner Circle: The Caledonian Cousinhood That Bankrolls Occupation and Genocide appeared first on MintPress News.

There was a time when a man did not film the fish. You learned about the shark when you saw it break the surface. The shark is not interested in ratings. Still the men come. They bring waterproof 4K cameras and podcasts and livestreams that do not truly live. They call it a week of sharks. A shark week. Here is mine, if we must.

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There are four influencers with tan lines and white teeth. They are dropped into open water and told to “vibe.” One is named Jax. Another used to be a lifeguard. They laugh. They stitch and duet. They name the circling fin “Brosef.” Brosef is not their brother. Brosef does not forgive. The boat does not return to save them. Credits roll over silence.

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If you have bipolar disorder, you can learn to play an active role in managing your symptoms and live a fulfilling life

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Unlike people, these mammals found a diet they can actually stick to

The post Anteaters Have Evolved More Than a Dozen Times appeared first on Nautilus.

The evolutionary story behind meat consumption is less convincing than it sounds

The post The “We Evolved to Eat Meat” Argument Doesn’t Hold Up appeared first on Nautilus.